+++If you are less than 18 years from wearing diapers, you are too young to be reading this story. Kindly leave and return when you are older.
No use keeping this a secret, I love diaper boys. They are so loving and will give you want you need if you give them what they need. I rarely have the good fortune of encountering my kids, they are not so common, but I am a genius for spotting them. I am Jeff, a little young for a diaper boy devotee, most are older men, I am only twenty. I am the opposite of a baby-type man. I'm six feet two inches of solid fireman muscle. My powerful, hairy legs can carry an adult male down a ladder from a burning building. A take no shit from anyone....but I get all mushy over my pet boy.
Right now I am on a little fishing vacation. I'm on the interstate, heading toward the country. I generally do not pick up hitchhikers. It isn't that I'm can't defend myself, but so many are weirdoes and carry knives and guns. It is best to just pass them by, but right as I rounded a long curve in the road I saw a boy with his thumb out and I slowed down to check him out. He was a little guy, maybe just over five feet, a little bit soft looking, but not plump. What really got my antenna up was his baby blue backpack. To me that is an unconscious signal.
I stopped abreast of him. He came over to the car timidly for a kid who wanted a ride. I swung my door open. He peered inside, then seeing that I didn't look like an axe murderer, he smiled. Oh my, that smile. It was an overcast day, but now the sun came out in that smile. His eyes crinkled closed and his full mouth turned up at the edges so charmingly. He spoke in a soft alto voice with a lovely deep southern accent. "Thanky for stoppin' mister, I had plumb almost given up. Y'got a fine car here, a classic Mustang I believe."
He was dressed in Bibb overalls with the legs cut off and showed his smooth boy legs. One strap was open or broken and his left shoulder was exposed, with smooth, glossy pink/white skin. I took him to be in his late teens, but he still could pass for thirteen because of his short height and baby face and smooth body. I knew right away that this boy was a find. He embodied both of my lust-for types: Farm Boys and Diaper Boys. I felt my cock stiffening as he threw his pack in the back and slide into the passenger seat on his soft baby ass.
"Where you heading?"
"Oh, Ah just want to get as fer away from Middleville as I kin. You kin let me off when you leave the interstate."
"Something you want to get away from in that town back there>"
He was one of those guileless youngsters (now look at that. I'm only about two years older, but he seems like a very young kid brother) who shares everything with you. He answered "My Pappy is a hard man, 'n now my older brother copies him. There's too much bad comin' down on me there." (I could see his passiveness in that story, a sure sign of his possible proclivities.)
"They beat you?"
"Not zackly, but they give me all the hard chores and treat me mean."
I was really touched by the poor kids predicament I reached out a sympathetic hand and patted his shoulder. It happened to be the care one and he took a quick intake of breath.
With the windows shut his natural odor filled the small interior of the car. It was heady and I found that I was having to take frequent deep breaths. How can I describe it? I kind of boyish odor of farm sweat but not sour. After all the boy probably drank fresh milk and ate fresh eggs. There was also a hint of new mown grass.
He seemed to be studying my profile as we rode along in silence. "What kind of work do you do mister, you seem kinda strong of body."
"I'm a firefighter."
"Ooh, that's real excitin' that's why you got those strong arms and big chest...n' legs, I guess. Kin a feel yer arm muscle?"
"Sure," I answered, but had to clear my throat a few times. He caught my condition and laughed with a cute gleeful sound. He reached over and touched my muscle. There was no mistaking his gesture. He didn't squeeze like a straight guy checking out the development, no, he caressed it and ruffed up the fine hairs there.
I figured it was time to move this on. "Hey good looking, my name is Jeff." I held out my big hand and he put his smaller soft boy hand in mine. It wasn't a handshake, it was a sexy opening.
"Pleased to meet you'll, I'm Wilmot, they call me Willie. Say mister, you got any water in the car? I'm 'bout to choke with road dust."
"I got some cokes in the small ice chest on the back seat."
He looked disappointed.
"What's wrong, you don't like coke. I haven't got beer, if that's what you want."
"Oh no sir, Pappy don't hold with beer drinkin' 'til I'm twenty one, and he thinks coke is made by the devil. I guess you got no milk."
"As a matter of fact youngin' I do. I use it for my coffee. Help yourself."
He reached back for the small container, the denim pulling tight over his cute ass. He retrieved the milk and sat back and tilted it up. It was such a cute boyish gesture that I almost ravished him on the spot. He let out air after a big swallow, smiled happily at me, his milk mustache decorating his puffy lips. "Good. 'Course don't match our milk from our 'lil farm."
"You a milk boy, huh?"
"I guess so. Fact, I milk more than jes' cows."
"What do you mean?"
"Well sometimes Pappy and Joe, my brother git all hit up and stiff like in their male organs and they git me to milk them. I lak doin' that 'an they just crow with lovin' my hands. Say mister, you seem to be pushing yer shorts out mighty far. I think maybe you might be needy for one of my milkins."
"I sure would enjoy that teat boy. Suppose I pull in that little side road and you can show me. Grab one of those diapers in the back, in the carton." I purposely eased that reference into the conversation and his big blue eyes opened wide.
"Sure 'nough, you got nappies there. I like them. Maybe later you can show me how to put them on." I took note that his eyes had narrowed in lust and his cute nostrils flared.
"You can bet on that. Meanwhile, let's get on with the lactation."
"What's that?"
"Never mind, just milk me. What do I have to do?"
"Take off those short pants and underwear if'n yer wearin' any, I don't, makes more washin', Then you git leanin' over the seat with yer hind quarters pushed back an' your penis-teat open fer my stroken hand."
I was really spinning. This was hot, hot, hot. I did what he said. I was already huffing and puffing with passion. He lovingly patted me back, now moist with sex sweat and reached under and took hold of my stiff, hanging prick and squeezed, just like he was milkin'. He whispered hotly in my ear that my penis/teat was "bigger than an axe handle", He kept talking softly, encouraging me to give milk. This was the most sexy experience I ever had, even though it was a fantasy. Soon his hand seemed to beg or order me to ejaculate. I couldn't stop it if I wanted. My position over the seat made me passive and his sweet insistence just drew me over the edge. "Oh you hot farm boy, you got me on the edge. Don't stop, I'm going to spew, grab some tissues, get ready." But I couldn't talk anymore. This kid had advanced technique., that I felt my prick sort of pull in then get harder than before and began shooting and leaping. I never remember coming so hard and with such a load.
Willie was ecstatic with the results of his "milking" and he laughed with innocent glee. "Oh Mr. Jeff, you delivered a quart and a half of good rich grade A. My pappy and Joe, they never done better than you." He leaned over and gave me a wet kiss on my cheek.
I sank back on the seat, wearily pulled my shorts up and found my way to the highway. "Say sweet baby, it's getting toward night. How about I buy us a motel room and we can rest and sleep. I'll buy you something to eat too.?"
He was overjoyed. "That'll be the first time I ever ate anywhere than home, and a motel, that's greatly excitin'"
The only sleeping possibility in miles came up. It was one of those old fashioned group of cabins from the 1930's. They looked fresh painted and I decided this might be best. I went into the office and was pleased to see that on the left was a caf‚ with a few people eating. The manager looked at the two of us and kind of grinned at me. I stone-faced the old auntie.
I asked about the caf‚ food. "Wife does the cookin', people come from miles around to eat here. We got a wine and beer license if you want to drink a little." He smirked annoyingly again.
I had a bag, but of course Willie didn't. He kept looking around in wonder. When we entered the little cabin he clapped his hands, "This is nicer than the farm house. Looky at that bed and a TV. My goodness, I wish I could stay here forever."
"Do you want to take a shower now, or later? Are you hungry?"
"Hungry is the wrong word, I am slowly starving to death. I only have 'bout five dollars. Will that buy much?"
"Don't worry kid, it's on me." (I almost said "son".
The caf‚ had a hand written menu that offer one of two main courses, plus apply pie. Willie picked the pork butts and I the breaded chicken. It really was pretty good. The fat wife came over with two bottles of beer, not even mentioning the kid's age. He looked at me with a devilish look on his young face. "Dare I drink it?"
"Sure, you can sleep it off right here."
He cocked his bottle, "Here's to Satan." And he drink it down like it was water. The woman saw that we had finished them and brought two more bottles. We finished our food, ate our apple pie and swallowed the second two bottles.
Naturally two bottles of beer didn't bother me, but Willie was grinning in a lopsided way. "I'm really happy to have met you Mr. Jeff. An I cain't help thinkin' with wonder at yur milk production." He doubled over in glee.
"We better get to the cabin. Those folks at the back table are staring at us.,"
"Okay brother, but you better hang on to me as I am movin' back and forth."
I put my arm around his waist and steered him to the room. As soon as we got inside he flopped on the double bed and began softly snoring. I got undressed to my shorts and slipped in beside him. He felt warm and his breath was yeasty from the beer. I noticed when he opened his mouth that he had perfect teeth, farm boy teeth.
I felt him move and put his head on my chest. That closeness seemed to get me into a profound lassitude and I hurled into a deep sleep.
I woke up, it turned out to be about two hours later, to look directly into Willie's concerned face. "Are you still drunk?"
I laughed, "I wasn't drunk, but you might have been. Two beers never puts me away, I can go five."
"Mr. Jeff, 'bout those nappies in the car. I alus fancied tryin' one on. "Course 'fore mamma tied 'n I wuz lil' she used to do it. Uh, what do you say? Jus' for the funning."
"Okay, I'll just get them from the car. Meanwhile get yourself ready."
I came right back in about two minutes, there was sweet Willie, laying on his back, totally naked, a trance look on his face. This is something he must have thought about a lot. "Okay baby I'm going life your legs and fasten this diaper." I enjoyed seeing his strong upper legs and his cute ass as I lifted them up. His ass crack was devoid of hair, as was his body except for two surprises. His light brown public hair was luxuriant, running from hip to hip, and his underarm hair was thick and long.
As I fastened the diaper I could see him regressing back in time until I really felt that I had a baby here. His lips were puffed out as if wanted a bottle and his expression was that of an infant.
"Do you feel comfy baby?"
He nodded slightly and made a cooing sound. Then he said "milk" "Milk" and reached for me crotch. The hint was sure broad. I slipped off my shorts and he leaned over and took my cock in his mouth and began to suckle on it. I was so high from the sexiness of this situation that it only took moments for me to cry out and spew my load into his humming and sucking mouth. He lay back. "Good, good."
I moved his naked diapered body into the bed and I joined him and covered both of us with the blanket. I rocked him a bit and he began sleeping once more. Me too, this whole thing made me very drowsy.
Again I woke up with Willie poking me. He had a cry face on . "What's the matter baby?"
"Need to pee."
"Oh that's no problem, you have a nice diaper on. Just push and let the pee come out."
He looked at me wonderingly. I nodded encouragement and then he slid into another regression as he grunted and frown and pissed into his diaper. I could smell the urine and see the wet stain spreading.
Then he started to sniffle. "Feels bad."
"Well I'd just clean you up and give you a nice dry diaper. Isn't that good?"
I put the diaper into the basket and got a dry one ready. To my surprise this dump provided body lotion and I smoothed on Willie's groin. He cooed in happiness. But before I put the fresh diaper on. I looked down at Willie's perfect penis, pretty as one on a Greek statue and present in a curved hardness and jumping a little. The poor kid had milked me and he had sucked me and I was a total shit. I hadn't helped him out. Of course I did diaper him and he loved that. It sent him into a world of beautiful caring and softness, but he was a male and he was wanting.
"Willie, I see you are as hard as a rock. Do you want to give milk?"
"Well Daddy, my big brother loves to have me corn hole him and I do get a powerful shoot from that. Would you consider letting me do it to you?"
I almost laughed. Here am I this big hairy firefighter and this puny kid wants to have anal intercourse with me. But I thought about it and it is something I never had and it always interested me. If I am going to try it, this was the time and he was the one because he'd be gentle and he is not built too big.
"Okay, youngin' I'll agree. Do it quickly and get it over with fast and don't do anything else that might be queer."
Willie seemed to shake off his baby self, and got into a fuck mood. I could see the change in his expression and in his body language. "New Jeffy, (where did that come from) ol' Willie's gonna take care of you real fine if'n you do what you are told."
Now I didn't like that tone, but I let it pass. I meekly followed his instructions to get undress and crouch on the bed on my elbows and knees with my hairy ass up in the air. When I was in that silly and venerable I felt the boy get up on his knees and started checking out my ass area, sort of taking an inventory. It was a bit humiliating. But I promised to submit. "My, my Jeffy (there he goes again being too familiar, but with my ass in the breeze, who am I to complain.) you have a real fine ass. The smooth, soft skin is lak a ladies 'ceptin' for the fuzzy black hair makin' it even micer."
Well everyone likes to be complimented. But next he talked about the sweet dimples I had on either side of my ass cheeks. That made me feel less manly, dimples, shit! He also admired the fine hair I grew just above the beginning of my ass crack and he tickled and petting them. It felt good, and I tried not to enjoy his strokes. Then he began to run his soft fingers up and down my ass crack. Someone in the room let out a long moan. It was me. My ass moved a little back and forth without me doing it. It had a life of its own. Then when he began fingering my pucker, it felt too good. I moaned like a girly girl to my surprise and embarrassment. He was humming an old country song as he inserted the tip of one finger into my hole. I jumped. He tickled my balls sac, I settled down and let his finger enter. It felt too good even though I tried not to feel it.
"Big guy, your mind's agin' getting into this cornholin' but your rump in singin' a different tune. Now my ass friend, do you want me to stop, or do you wish ol' Willie to make you happier than you ever thought possible."
I almost couldn't believe my own words. "Willie I want more than anything in the world for your to put your farm boy diaper baby cock in my ass and fuck me good."
Willie laughed with peels of guffaws and spit on his cock and put the head into my hold that tried to suck the whole thing int. I t was a greedy ass. I was puffing like a do at the gym when lifting heavy weights. My back was dripping sweat from nervous fear. So far his prick was in about an inch past the head. I felt stuffed, but it wasn't too bad. Then too I was crooning like a banshee but past being embarrassed. I had turned into his bitch, me, big Jeff, I was a punk.....and loving it. "Shove it in boy, let me feel your pubes against my hairy ass. DO IT.":
With a cry of triumph, Willie shoved it in quickly. I reared up in shock but then my lust overtook me and pushed back against him. He was singing his country song louder now enjoying his victory. "My brother loves my hard fucking. Here goes."
The bed was rocking and banging, I was crowing and moaning and hiccupping all at the same time, sweat soaking the bed. Oh my, it was beginning, the boy was winning, I could feel the definite beginnings of a big cum about the happen. He knew it, he could feel my hips locking and my asshole twitching.
"Jeffy, I'm about to deliver the day's milk, but I'm holdin' back a moment until I feel you begin to spew, oh my here it comes, yur asshole is vibrating round my cock. You about to lose it and it's making me follow right after. OOOOOOH, uh, uh, uh."
He fell across my back, weak from his heavy cum and I continued my long cum, I must have discharged ten times on the sheet below me. By the final spurt which was the biggest of all, I momentarily blanked out. I came to with Willie blotting my face with a damp towel. "Wake up Jeff. There that's it. You can be proud of yur self. You are the best fuck I ever had." He patted me on the head. "Now friend, I gotta git dressed and git movin' I decided I better git back to the farm for the milkin' time, cow milkin' that is. Mabbe tomorrow I'll go out of the road and see what kinda good looking man I will catch." He laughed as he fashioned both straps of this overalls, "It's sort of my kind of fiishing.
I was too weak to say goodbye. I lay there on the bed trying to get the strength to get dressed and continue the trip I started yesterday to the fishing camp. Somehow I'd have to accept what happened to me. That boy skunked me good. I have to hand it to him. He changed me forever. I know that I'd be looking to get my ass stuffed before the week was up.
End
Do you think that Jeff was taken advantage of, or was he always destined to get fucked?
Was Willie really a diaper boy, or did he use that to get Jeff's ass?
How dumb do you think he really was?
There is no villain and no hero to me in this story. I liked them both.